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nextgenerationmarvel2014-09-28 09:02 pm
dazzle_daybreak) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2014-09-28 09:02 pm
Seeking Good Home
So, it had been made official. Jeremiah was going back to Avalon. He'd offered up and down for Josephine to come with her, including multiple assurances that his Mother and Father would be happy to have her live with them, but she'd politely declined. Avalon was his home, and his life, not hers. If this dimension was her home, for another day or for the rest of her life, she was going to have to really make it hers.
Of course, that left the concern of where to actually live. The city was expensive, and even though the very nice allowance from Not-Mama was probably still something she could count on, living alone didn't appeal to her, and she didn't have any friends close enough for her to imagine sharing a place with them.
So, she did what any homeless mutant in the know would do.
She called Xavier's.
Of course, that left the concern of where to actually live. The city was expensive, and even though the very nice allowance from Not-Mama was probably still something she could count on, living alone didn't appeal to her, and she didn't have any friends close enough for her to imagine sharing a place with them.
So, she did what any homeless mutant in the know would do.
She called Xavier's.
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"Oh! Hello! You must be the new student, aye? It is a pleasure to meet you!" He gave a nervous smile. His English accent was still intact, though starting to get a little Americanized from hanging around the students at the mansion. "Do you need help with your bags?"
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He chuckled nervously before moving aside so Josephine could walk in. His leg braces creaked a bit as he moved.
"Come along, I will show you to the main office, where Headmistress Ramsey is!"
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"Are you one of the X-Men?" She assumes he's recovering from some battle wound, looking at his legs.
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It then hit him she may be looking at his leg braces.
"Oh! These are not from any battle. I was hit by a car three years ago. I suffered severe spinal damage from it. Without these braces, I cannot walk at all." He continued to sound cheerful as he walked with Josephine. "We're almost to Headmistress Ramsey's office."
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She brushes herself off, making sure there's nothing on her from the train or cab ride. This woman is offering her a place to stay. First (not really first, but the first real one) impressions matter, after all.
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"Are you okay?" he raised an eyebrow before giving another soft chuckle. "No one here has cooties, I swear!"
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If allowed, Dolemeck moves a stray strand of Josephine's hair behind her ear.
"There you go! And you do not need to worry so much. The only way you can get on headmistress Ramsey's bad-side, is if you break one of the rules or if someone hurts one of us. She will not tolerate that in the least!"
Re: Campus
Although Papa was probably stronger.
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He continued to lead Josephine towards Rachel's office. They were almost there. Suddenly two younger students rushed down the hall, nearly knocking over a vase and the table it was on. Dolemeck was quick to act. He reached his hand out and the vase and table began to float in mid-air. It then moved back into place.
"Again, you do not need to worry so much. We are all friendly here!"
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Three metal spheres hovered in the air around her, gently juggling, though once she had finished speaking, they unraveled themselves from their current state and went back to being the jewelry that the woman wore to complement her emerald green sheath dress. It was evident, just from that little display, that the woman was always ready for trouble, were it to strike at a moment's notice.
"After all, most of our students need a safe haven to protect them from where they have come from." There were, of course, always exceptions to the rule. Kitty Pryde had been one then, Brooke Wyngarde was one now.
"I'm Lorna Summers," she said, extending a hand to Josephine. "I apologize. Rachel had some business to attend to. Welcome to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, Ms. Blaire-Bennet. We hope you survive the experience."
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"Uh... yeah. Thank you, ma'am. I hope I can help people with what I learn here."
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Lorna's office was only a couple of doors down from Rachel's. The metallic door knob turned with a little psionic nudging from Lorna and swung open. Lorna stepped aside and nodded at Josephine to enter. "Mr. Night, thank you for bringing Ms. Blaire-Bennet into the institute," she smiled. "I appreciate that."
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One of the drawers in Lorna's office pulled open and a metal file floated out, gently hovering before coming down in front of Josephine and opening up to reveal all of the paperwork that Rachel had prepared for the young mutant.
"It's not really like the old days," Lorna replied. "Back when it was just Cyclops, Marvel Girl, and the others. Back then, there was only one generation of mutants, and they had to do most of the heavy lifting. Others like me, my husband, Storm, Wolverine - we came later, in spurts." Lorna smiled. "But you're probably at least somewhat familiar with our history, right?" She knew enough about Josephine's brother. )He had, after all, broken her son's heart.) Through this, she also had learned a little something about Josephine.
"We have different tracks here now. You can be on the X-Men track - prepping yourself to be one of those who protects the world that hates and fears you - or you can simply be a student, learning how to control your powers and then going off to college and choosing a separate career of your own. Sometimes, like Iceman and Kitty Pryde, X-Men come and go. Others, like Wolverine (shockingly enough), tend to be lifers."
She nodded at Josephine as a metal pen floated across the desk and landed on top of the paperwork. "You have options, is what I'm attempting to say."
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She listens attentively to Miss Summers.
"I... I don't have a lot of book learning, like I already told Miss Ramsey. I'm probably going to need a lot of help there. I know some stuff though. I can handle first aid up to broken limbs, I know how to identify poisonous plants in most of North America and parts of Europe, I know how to set traps for small game and field dress them and larger ones. You know... practical stuff." She shrugs one shoulder uneasily, as she starts looking over the paperwork.
"I just want to be making a difference, if this world is where I live now."
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"Rachel explained as much to me," she said once Josephine was finished. "Don't worry. Between the staff and some of our more advanced students, you'll find all the help you need in those areas," she said, sitting back down. She handed Josephine's documents back to her. "Just don't let any of our telepaths upload your class information to your head," she warned. "Students have tried that in the past, and it doesn't always end well."
She nodded her head. "Your knowledge will also come in handy. There are things there that not all of our students know, and in case of any emergencies - sometimes field trips have a tendency of becoming prolonged adventures - you'll be a great asset, I'm sure." She smiled warmly at Josephine. "Whether you become a lawyer, a singer, a teacher, a doctor, or a mutant superhero, Ms. Blaire-Bennet, you will make a difference. It all only depends on how you choose to make that difference."